Arbitrary Madness. Artistic Exploration. Dope Things.
Sigh. I really didn’t want to talk about this, but it feels irresponsible not to. I’ve been compartmentalizing my blackness. It’s become second nature to me, but this past weekend has been making me itch so bad. Sunday afternoon, I walked my garbage to the curb for the hundredth time in years and saw aContinue Reading “Ugh. Racists.”
The other morning while in the shower – where I do all my best thinking – I thought about what my Rich Dad, Poor Dad story was. What created a duality in my identity? The answer for me was pretty easy, being raised by my Suburban Mom, while spending weekends with my Cleveland Dad. IContinue Reading “Cleveland Dad, Suburban Mom (my version of Rich Dad, Poor Dad).”
